A ti, opustošena, što ćeš učiniti? Da se i grimizom zaodjeneš, nakitom zlatnim ukrasiš i oči ličilom izraniš, uzalud se uljepšavaš! Ljubavnici tvoji tebe preziru: traže glavu tvoju.
And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.